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Forsooth, brethren, fellowship is heaven and lack of fellowship is hell fellowship is life and lack of fellowship is death and the deeds that ye do upon the earth, it is for fellowship's sake that ye do them.
William Morris
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William Morris
Age: 62 †
Born: 1834
Born: March 24
Died: 1896
Died: October 3
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That talk of inspiration is sheer nonsense there is no such thing. It is a mere matter of craftsmanship.
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Speak not, move not, but listen, the sky is full of gold. No ripple on the river, no stir in field or fold, All gleams but naught doth glisten, but the far-off unseen sea. Forget days past, heart broken, put all memory by! No grief on the green hillside, no pity in the sky, Joy that may not be spoken fills mead and flower and tree.
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